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Chapitre 5

When Aunt Rong heard Pang Wan hum the poem for the third time, she flew into a rage. She threw down her pearl hairpin, slammed her hand on the table, and shouted, "Rong'er, go and chop off that Mei Wu's head right now, and bring it to you, Holy Aunt!"

Pang Wan rolled her eyes at Aunt Rong—she knew Aunt Rong was just joking.

“Holy Maiden, Holy Maiden, you don’t need to be too sad. Throughout history, those who achieve great things have always encountered some setbacks.”

Aunt Rong leaned forward, grabbed a sandalwood comb, and began to stroke her hair in a haphazard manner.

"Those infamous demonic women of the cult, who among them wasn't a celestial beauty with a devilish heart? Heartless and ruthless, they could kill their own relatives without batting an eye. Rong'er thinks it's a good thing that the Holy Maiden was abandoned by the young master this time. Perhaps she can learn from this experience, severing all ties of love and affection, and break through to the ninth level of the Marrow Cleansing Scripture, gaining even greater cultivation..."

Pang Wan originally wanted to say that her ambition was to have endless romantic encounters, not to become a nun, but in the end she only retorted, "I wasn't abandoned by that little tyrant!"

After saying that, he buried his face in his knees and became sullen.

Aunt Rong was amused by her youngest daughter's behavior and pinched the smooth ear in front of her: "Then why is the Holy Maiden unhappy?"

Pang Wan didn't speak.

In fact, she didn't know why she was so unhappy.

Because the Southern Barbarians brought a new bride home without saying a word?

Because for six years she had always harbored some expectation for the Southern Barbarians in a corner of her heart?

Or perhaps it was because she suddenly realized the cruel reality that she might not be the female lead?

In short, she is very confused right now.

Just as he was lost in thought, a member of the cult came to the door to report that the cult leader had arrived and was already in the flower hall.

Pang Wan quickly jumped off the bed and ran towards the flower hall.

"Wanwan!" The cult leader saw her figure and reached out his arms to embrace her from a distance.

"Uncle Zuo!" Wanwan threw herself into his arms, acting all cute and coquettish.

The leader of the Moon Worship Cult is named Zuo Huai'an. According to his own introduction, he is the sworn brother of Wanwan's mother. Therefore, he has always prevented Wanwan from calling him the leader, but instead calls him "Uncle Zuo".

"Wanwan has grown up and become even more beautiful." The cult leader affectionately ruffled her hair, like a long-lost biological father. "How's your kung fu practice going lately? Have you achieved your first kill yet?"

Virgin killing means the first time someone kills.

"No, no." Wanwan shuddered when she heard the last half of the sentence, shrinking back as she pulled her head away from the cult leader's clutches.

"Wanwan, that's not right of you." The cult leader's expression turned somewhat displeased. "Members of the Moon Worship Cult must complete a virgin killing before the age of sixteen and display the head of the killed person on the main gate for three days to signify adulthood—Wanwan, you'll be sixteen soon, this matter can't be delayed!"

Pang Wanguang nodded without speaking, a bitter feeling welling up inside him—what sins had he committed to be assigned to such a horrific environment? Once he completed his mission in this life, he would definitely go back and bribe the Creator Goddess…

Even now, she still feels like she's living on a Mary Sue continent.

"Hehe, no more rushing, no more rushing!" The cult leader laughed heartily. "Wanwan must be worried about what kind of important person she should kill to become famous throughout the world. Uncle believes that Wanwan will definitely not disappoint the expectations of the entire cult!"

Pang Wan inwardly groaned, but forced a smile onto his face.

"Come here! Hurry up and greet the Holy Maiden of the Moon Worship Cult, my Wanwan!" The cult leader suddenly turned around and shouted in an imperious manner.

In a flash, a young girl gracefully emerged from behind the sect leader, her lotus-like steps slowly approaching Wanwan.

"This humble girl, Meiwu, greets the Holy Maiden."

The young woman bowed slightly to Pang Wan and looked up at her with a gentle gaze.

One glance, just one glance. Sometimes, defeating your enemy takes only one glance.

There is a type of woman in the world who makes you feel ashamed of yourself after seeing her. These women are so beautiful that they cannot influence social trends at all. They are too beautiful and good, so good that no one has the courage to wear similar clothes or have a similar hairstyle. Even if you wear similar colors, you will feel regretful for being so far inferior to them.

Pang Wan glanced at Mei Wu and immediately knew he had lost, and lost completely and willingly at that.

The difference between fairies and mortals is perfectly clear to mortals.

"Greetings, Miss Mei."

Pang Wan became even more dejected.

She knew she should say more polite words praising Mei Wu's appearance and demeanor, but she had something on her mind and couldn't say it.

—She began to wonder, could I really just be a supporting character, and this girl with the eyebrows is the main character? Look at her, she's so beautiful and pure, like a fairy, even her name is so elegant, unlike me, so common, so chubby and crooked.

Seeing Wanwan's devastated appearance, some bored members of the church began to exchange glances and whisper among themselves.

—It seems that the Holy Maiden truly loves the young master!

—Alas, we were childhood sweethearts, but I never expected that the young master would find a lover as soon as he came back from the mountain. I am the Holy Maiden, and I would have cried my eyes out long ago.

—And the key rival is so good-looking, I don't even have a way to retaliate...

—What do you mean, "there's no way"? I think the Holy Maiden should be the first to take the lead and slash that little hussy's face!

The last sentence was clearly spoken by a female follower who was infatuated with the Southern Barbarians but could not obtain their affections.

Pang Wan heard these words and her mind was in a mess, feeling even more upset.

Just as I was feeling annoyed, someone suddenly grabbed my hand.

“Wanwan!” The cult leader held her hands, his expression solemn. “That ignorant brat from the Southern Barbarians suddenly ran back three days ago, saying he wanted to marry this girl.” He paused deliberately, his sharp gaze sweeping over Meiwu beside him.

Mei Wu swayed slightly, seemingly in fear, but then stubbornly straightened her back.

"Quite courageous," Pang Wan thought to herself.